THE OLDEST MAXIMOFF | Stephen Strange

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LAGOS

A now dark haired brunette, Nadia Maximoff, sat at a table outside at a busy cafe in Lagos. Her wardrobe consisted of blue jeans and a Nine Inch Nails shirt as well as a black bomber jacket wrapped around her arms and torso. A white ceramic mug that sat on a white ceramic saucer plate was in front of her with hot chocolate that she was now obsessed with after being introduced to it by Natasha Romanoff. Nadia could see the steam coming off of her beverage as she heard Steve speak into the comms that were placed in her ears so that the team could communicate with each other.

Nadia pursed her rosy lips before taking a sip of her now slightly cooled off hot chocolate while she eyed her surroundings. "Alright, what do you see?" Steve lowly spoke into the comms.

"Standard beat cops," Nadia heard her sister, Wanda, respond to Steve. "Small station."

"It's a really quiet street," Nadia uttered once she placed her mug back onto the saucer, her eyes trailing over to the couple of cops that were standing next to their police car. "It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve asked the two Maximoff siblings.

"Cameras," Wanda answered while she rubbed her thumb across her upper lip.

"Both cross streets are one way," Steve informed the two that were both at the small, quaint cafe but were not sitting next to each other.

Nadia quickly understood what Steve was trying to get at. "The escape routes would be compromised."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen," Steve ran his eyes over the various newspapers that were scattered on the bed of the hotel room that he was hiding out in. "He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You both see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" He questioned the pair of sisters.

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda spoke as she fiddled with her mug. "It's cute."

Another voice jumped into the conversation as Nadia had to restrain herself to not look over to her left side to see Natasha sitting at another table at the cafe wearing black sunglasses and a tan coat. "It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns....which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us," Nat took a sip of her beverage.

"You guys know Nadia and I can move things with our minds, right?" Wanda reminded Steve and Nat, bringing her mug up to her lips.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Nat told the two as she held her own mug.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam Wilson introduced himself on the comms, directing his rhetorical question to Nat.

"Not to my face," Nat responded to him. "Why? Did you hear something?"

Steve was quick to make sure his team was back on track for the person that they were after. "Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months I don't want to lose him."

Sam scoffed a little from his place on top of a building, looking down at the quiet street. "If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us."

Steve watched a garbage truck driving and honking on the street, pressing his finger to his communication device placed in his ear, he directed his next words to Sam. "Sam....you see that garbage truck? Tag it."